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30 Day Challenge: Day 3 - Main Protagonist's Best Friend
Wow, so Joseph considers me his best friend? I think I should probably feel honored by that. I mean, I do feel honored by that. Although I'm his only friend, so is it really an honor to be chosen as a guy's best friend when you're his only option? That's like me telling my sister she's my favorite sister when she's the only one I've got.
Oh, and I'd just like to say that I had a totally different picture chosen for myself but Joseph said I should go with this one so whatever, I guess? Seniority rules or something like that. That's his excuse anyway. I personally think it's all bullshit and he's just-
What? Ohhhhhh, my name? Yeah, I guess that probably would've been a good place to start, right? Rather than just jumping right into the middle of things and rambling on. You know, it happens to me a lot, rambling. When you've got nothing but a bunch of dead people to talk to all the time, you tend to go a little stir crazy, I guess. Or maybe I just like the sound of my own voice. Yeah, that's probably it.
Wait! Don't go! I'm sorry, ha. I probably do sound a little crazy, right? Nervous. Maybe nervous is the right word. Sorry, it's just that I don't get to talk to people much outside my job. I work at McDonald's and the interaction is mostly "Hi, welcome to McDonald's, would you like fries with that?" There's not a lot of time for socializing. My co-workers all thing I'm pretty weird too. I guess that comes from looking like you're talking to yourself all the time.
Right, sorry, got sidetracked again. My name's Zander Bancroft. It's not short for Alexander. A lot of people try to spell it with an X, but nope, it's a Z. My twin sister's name was Zora. I say "was" because she died in 1999, along with my parents. So I guess that makes me an orphan. Luckily I had Joseph and he let me move in with him.
We've been living together ever since, and he sleeps in the basement while I have the whole second story to myself. It's just one big open loft area, and then he and I share the kitchen and living room. Being a vampire, he doesn't really use the kitchen all that much. He's got some bottled blood on the bottom shelf, but that's about it. I personally couldn't imagine having to live off of blood. Dude, I need my burgers and fries and steak and oh man, turkey. Mac and cheese, cheesecake, chocolate, donuts, man, my list of favorite foods could go on and on.
Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess I'm getting off-track again, aren't I? So, you wanna know what I meant when I said that it looks like I'm talking to myself all the time, huh? You really think you can handle it? I guess you must be if you're not flinching about Joseph being a vampire. Don't freak out, okay? Joseph's not the only one who's got supernatural powers.
I see dead people.
No, really, I'm like that kid from The Sixth Sense, except he's got it much worse. I don't see the people looking how they died. Blech, that would be pretty gruesome. I mean, could you imagine turning around and seeing a guy who's been in a car accident and he's decapitated or something?
Basically, I see ghosts as translucent versions of the people they used to be. I don't just see them though. I can hear and talk to them too. They come to me when they want to pass on messages to loved ones and it's my job to convince these people that I'm not a quack, that I actually can hear and speak to their deceased family members and no, it's not a gimmick or a scam or anything like that.
Most of the ghosts I encounter are pretty friendly and make passing along their messages easy, but every once in a while, I'll come across one who's aggressive or thinks he (or she) can get things accomplished faster if they just jump in my body and take me for a spin. Let me tell you what, being possessed by a ghost is not fun. It leaves me exhausted, all the way to my bones, and so, so cranky.
Oh yeah, I've even met Death. Disturbingly cheerful guy, considering his job, and he's got a morbid sense of humor to go along with it.
There is one perk to my little "gift," as my father called it. I have helped solve a few murders. The local police still think I'm kind of crazy, but they do begrudgingly admit that I'm a good asset.
But you know, as good as it feels to see a person's murderer handcuffed and taken off to justice, it'd be nice to have a night of uninterrupted sleep.
Day 4
Oh, and I'd just like to say that I had a totally different picture chosen for myself but Joseph said I should go with this one so whatever, I guess? Seniority rules or something like that. That's his excuse anyway. I personally think it's all bullshit and he's just-
What? Ohhhhhh, my name? Yeah, I guess that probably would've been a good place to start, right? Rather than just jumping right into the middle of things and rambling on. You know, it happens to me a lot, rambling. When you've got nothing but a bunch of dead people to talk to all the time, you tend to go a little stir crazy, I guess. Or maybe I just like the sound of my own voice. Yeah, that's probably it.
Wait! Don't go! I'm sorry, ha. I probably do sound a little crazy, right? Nervous. Maybe nervous is the right word. Sorry, it's just that I don't get to talk to people much outside my job. I work at McDonald's and the interaction is mostly "Hi, welcome to McDonald's, would you like fries with that?" There's not a lot of time for socializing. My co-workers all thing I'm pretty weird too. I guess that comes from looking like you're talking to yourself all the time.
Right, sorry, got sidetracked again. My name's Zander Bancroft. It's not short for Alexander. A lot of people try to spell it with an X, but nope, it's a Z. My twin sister's name was Zora. I say "was" because she died in 1999, along with my parents. So I guess that makes me an orphan. Luckily I had Joseph and he let me move in with him.We've been living together ever since, and he sleeps in the basement while I have the whole second story to myself. It's just one big open loft area, and then he and I share the kitchen and living room. Being a vampire, he doesn't really use the kitchen all that much. He's got some bottled blood on the bottom shelf, but that's about it. I personally couldn't imagine having to live off of blood. Dude, I need my burgers and fries and steak and oh man, turkey. Mac and cheese, cheesecake, chocolate, donuts, man, my list of favorite foods could go on and on.
Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess I'm getting off-track again, aren't I? So, you wanna know what I meant when I said that it looks like I'm talking to myself all the time, huh? You really think you can handle it? I guess you must be if you're not flinching about Joseph being a vampire. Don't freak out, okay? Joseph's not the only one who's got supernatural powers.
I see dead people.
No, really, I'm like that kid from The Sixth Sense, except he's got it much worse. I don't see the people looking how they died. Blech, that would be pretty gruesome. I mean, could you imagine turning around and seeing a guy who's been in a car accident and he's decapitated or something?
Basically, I see ghosts as translucent versions of the people they used to be. I don't just see them though. I can hear and talk to them too. They come to me when they want to pass on messages to loved ones and it's my job to convince these people that I'm not a quack, that I actually can hear and speak to their deceased family members and no, it's not a gimmick or a scam or anything like that.
Most of the ghosts I encounter are pretty friendly and make passing along their messages easy, but every once in a while, I'll come across one who's aggressive or thinks he (or she) can get things accomplished faster if they just jump in my body and take me for a spin. Let me tell you what, being possessed by a ghost is not fun. It leaves me exhausted, all the way to my bones, and so, so cranky.
Oh yeah, I've even met Death. Disturbingly cheerful guy, considering his job, and he's got a morbid sense of humor to go along with it.
There is one perk to my little "gift," as my father called it. I have helped solve a few murders. The local police still think I'm kind of crazy, but they do begrudgingly admit that I'm a good asset.
But you know, as good as it feels to see a person's murderer handcuffed and taken off to justice, it'd be nice to have a night of uninterrupted sleep.
Day 4
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